“I know I’ll never be able to right the wrongs my father did but I’m hoping I can make a difference,” I say with a shrug.
“It’s not your job to right his wrongs, Em. We’ve talked about this.”
“I know.” Though I can’t help but feel guilty. It’s probably something I will always feel bad about. “Anyway,” I wave my hand through the air and change the subject, “after we left there I thought I’d bring you guys doughnuts. I snuck one for you and Nick since they acted like vultures the moment I stepped off the elevator.”
He watches me with a sly smile. “Are you sure that’s the only reason why you came to see me, baby?” he asks before leaning down and kissing the inside of my thigh.
The small touch sets my body on fire, but his question reminds me of the real reason for coming here. “Umm, well actually…” My words trail off on a gasp when his fingers skim over the center of my lace panties.
His sly smile now turns downright cocky. “Are you sure it’s not because your pussy is wet and aching for me, Em?”
Oh lord. Why must he distract me with dirty talk? Tell him fast, Emily, before things get carried away.
Right when I’m about to do exactly that his fingers slip under the lace and glide through my wet flesh. “Oh, god.” I whimper and lean back on my hands to bring myself closer to his touch.
He groans. “I knew it, fucking soaked.” His hand circles my swollen clit, only teasing, never touching.
“Ryder.” I moan and thrust my hips up for more.
“What, baby?”
“You know what.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, I do. Sit up and pull your dress down. I want to see your pretty tits.”
Another wave of heat soars through me at his erotic words. Sitting up, I pull down my strapless sundress to my waist, the built-in bra leaving me bared to his stare.
My nipples instantly strain for his touch, but he does nothing except stare, his hungry gaze fixated on my exposed breasts.
“Jesus, Em, you’re fucking sexy.” His rough words have the ache between my legs igniting to a painful intensity.
“Touch me,” I plead breathlessly.
“Oh, baby, I’m going to fucking touch you.” He growls then skims his finger over my swollen clit, causing a fiery whimper to escape me. “Come closer to me so I can taste them, my hands are a little busy right now,” he adds with a dirty grin.
I move closer to the edge of his desk. He captures one of my nipples into his mouth at the same time that he inserts a finger deep inside of me. My head falls back on a moan and my fingers thread through his hair with a desperate grip to hold him captive to me. He moves back and forth between each tortured bud, sending a flare of hot sensations to travel through my body. My hips start bucking to the rhythm of his finger, my body craving for a different part of him. “Ryder, I want you inside of me so bad,” I whimper.
He releases another growl before pulling back. “And that’s what you’re going to get.” He swiftly removes his hand from inside of my panties then is out of his chair and moving to the door. He clicks the lock in place then turns back to me. “Stand up and lose the dress.” His command has a shiver of anticipation traveling down my spine.
Standing, I push the dress down my hips, letting it pool at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my matching blue lace panties. His green eyes turn to liquid fire as he stares at my naked body. Reaching up behind him he swiftly removes his shirt, and my eyes do their own traveling, taking in every inch of his hard, lethal perfection. He stalks toward me slowly, reminding me of a predator.
As soon as he reaches me, his hand wraps around to the back of my neck and his mouth descends hard. Our moans collide as our tastes intermingle and I completely lose myself in him, as always. It never matters if our kisses are slow and deliberate or fast and desperate, they always consume me and reach the very depths of my soul. He pulls back a long moment later for us to take in air.
Opening my eyes, I see him watching me, his expression softening just before he drops to his knees. His arms wrap around my waist before he leans in and presses a kiss to my bare tummy. “My baby,” he whispers softly, warming my heart. I thread my fingers in his hair and hold him close, soaking in the intimacy of this precious moment. “I didn’t think it was possible for you to get even more beautiful, Em, but I was wrong. Seeing your body carrying my baby is fucking perfection, and it makes my dick so fucking hard.”
I love carrying our baby. To know someone will be gracing this earth that was created by the both of us… well, there is no feeling like it.
Ryder breaks the moment by standing swiftly. He turns me around, bringing my back flush against his chest, then cups the heavy weight of my breasts, his fingers plucking my oversensitive nipples. A wave of heat explodes through me and I drop my head back on his shoulder with a whimper.
“I have a meeting in an hour, baby, so this is going to be a hard, fast fuck, but tonight, when I get home, I promise to worship every inch of you like you deserve.”
I smile. “Hard and fast works for me, Jameson. Just as long as you’re inside of me, I’m happy.”
Another growl erupts from him. “Oh, baby, I’m going to bury myself inside of you as deep as I can fucking go. Now brace your hands on the desk so I can claim what’s mine.” My heart rate kicks up at his possessive words.
Leaning over, I brace my hands on the desk and make sure to keep my arms straight. I hear him undo his belt behind me, and before I can anticipate his next move he shreds my panties from my body. I gasp at the unexpected act, not happy that I’m going to have to walk home with no underwear on now. Just as I’m about to scold him for it, he steps closer and grabs my ass in his hands, kneading the soft flesh and causing my words to die in my throat.
“Best ass in the world and it’s all fucking mine.”
He sends a soft love tap across one cheek, and I push back on a moan, desperately needing more. “Ryder, please don’t make me wait any longer.”
I feel his erection swipe through my warm center, skimming over my swollen nub that desperately aches for attention. “You want my cock, Emily?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“I want you to fuck me. I want… Ahhh!” I cry out in pleasure as he enters me in one powerful thrust.
His hand quickly cups over my mouth. “Shhh, not too loud, baby. I don’t want all those assholes out there knowing what my wife sounds like when I’m fucking her into oblivion.” He removes his hand then grabs onto my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. “You ready, Em?” he asks, his voice sounding like sandpaper.
“Yes,” I respond breathlessly.
“Hold on tight, baby.”
My grip tightens on the desk as soon as he says it, and thank goodness for that because he starts pounding inside of me with fast, hard strokes. I bite my lip to keep from screaming at the pleasure racing through my body.
“I swear, Em, you were made just for me. There is nothing in the world that feels as good as having my cock bathed in your tight, hot pussy.”
I want to tell him the same – that I love feeling him inside of me, but I have lost all coherent thought.
He removes one hand from my hip and brings it around to the front, his fingers finding my aching clit. “Oh god yes.” He keeps his thrusts fast and powerful as his fingers circle skillfully, giving just the right amount of pressure, bringing me higher and higher. My inner walls start to flutter around him, gripping him with my impending release.